Chapter 201 Irritated

• Timothy stood at the entrance of Regal Glade. Despite everything he'd been through—the relentless exhaustion, the blows he'd taken—he cut a striking figure in a black shirt, its collar open, sleeves casually rolled up, giving him an air of effortless elegance.
• A chilly wind swept by, and he draped the camel-colored cashmere coat over his shoulders. His expression was unreadable as he locked eyes with the gatekeeper, his gaze edged with a cold, unyielding pride.
• No matter how dire the circumstances might seem, he carried an inherent confidence—the kind the Shields instilled from an early age, combined with his own natural talent and strength.